Mad

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They got me in my feelings and I'm mad about it
 I put my pen up to my paper wrote a track about it
 You see they trap me in the corner I can't back up out it
 They really hate me cause my skin, they want my black up out it, that's how they act about it
 I'm sick & tired of all these Niggaz out here hatin on me
 To keep it real I know these demons out here waiting on me
 They wishing that a nigga trip and end up in a cage
 So they can point and say look there go that nigga rage
 But I've been beating these odds, changin perception
 A blessing with my profession
 They scared, cause I be using these lyrics just like a weapon:
 I swear, this is the moment we fighting against oppression
 It's there, just love ya skin and all of yo imperfections
 I'm here, came with the riders, You know they try to divide us
 If they looking for fighters, I'm Wayne flicking the lighter
 I'm King, Lookin like Sire, I'm walking like I'm Messiah
 I'm Big Worm rollin until we losing the tires
 It's a huned miles runnin now
 Can't keep me quiet man people tryna gun us down
 Head above water, with these weights I feel I'm gonna drown
 If my people come around
 Kahwi with Raptors, they never gone see us comin', Blaw
 They got me in my feelings and I'm mad about it
 I put my pen up to my paper wrote a track about it
 You see they trap me in the corner I can't back up out it
 They really hate me cause my skin, they want my black up out it, that's how they act about it
 See its a tragic how this passion turn to pain quick
 Get a lil traction now I'm feelin like I can't slip
 It's hard to see the damage, cause it splatters like a paint drip
 Lookin from a far and be like yup they on that same shit
 Nah I can't miss, I'm KD im a go until my legs go
 Standing in the field ima gassed up like it's petro
 Oppression on my people, look those actions, get you slept bro
 What I spit is ill, you wouldv'e swore that I had strep throat
 Make it out the hood, this shit forever be the mission dawg
 You think we really wanna stay up in the kitchen naw?
 You think we cool with barely havin pots to piss in dawg?
 Thats why we jump at anything whenever chips involve
 Gotta change the narrative, empowering our heritage
 Being father's to our kid, and killing off the arrogance
 This time is gone be golden and you really gotta cherish it
 You looking for the truth, my niggga there it is
 They got me in my feelings and I'm mad about it
 I put my pen up to my paper wrote a track about it
 You see they trap me in the corner I can't back up out it
 They really hate me cause my skin, they want my black up out it, that's how they act about it
 I pray up and then I go
 Hopin that these demons out here never touch my soul
 I promise we gone ride, we gone hit our goals
 I promise we gone ride, we gone hit our goals
 Let these n know
 I pray up and then I go
 Hopin that these demons out here never touch my soul
 I promise we gone ride, we gone hit our goals
 I promise we gone ride, we gone hit our goals
 Let these n know
 They got me in my feelings and I'm mad about it
 I put my pen up to my paper wrote a track about it
 You see they trap me in the corner I can't back up out it
 They really hate me cause my skin, they want my black up out it, that's how they act about it
 

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Duration
03:35
Key
7
Tempo
158 BPM

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